Here you will find the Poem The Retirement Of Mars of poet Leon Gellert
He pauses on his way, and gazing back across the desert ways of splintered steel recalls the noon, and sees his weary track, and sees the bloody imprint of his heel. A Mars long tired he stands-a noble Mars! Stiff with the staggering day, and fields hard won. His bruised helm is glittering with scars that gleam afar and spy the setting sun. With red plumes doffed and foe-revering face he moves adroop, to seek the sea, the waves, to seek the sighing winds, the shades of space, and rest his heart within Twilight Caves. The dazzling axe is deep, its lord abed. The dead are lying with the friendly dead!
